Bianca Koslowski

Welcome to my little writing space. I’m a beginner writer, just starting out on my journey to becoming an author. Every day, I explore the art of storytelling, learning to express my ideas and emotions through words.

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Bianca Koslowski

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A Moment Beyond Time

Bianca Koslowski

2 min read

Every so often, the world around me falls unnaturally silent and still. At first, I believed it was my doing—an inexplicable power housed in my own heartbeat.

The air shimmers, conversations hang mid-syllable, and clocks freeze on their dials. I stand alone, convinced that my emotions, especially panic, must be rupturing the fabric of reality.

One evening at a crowded house party, the familiar ...

Adventure

Epode to the Passing Shower

Bianca Koslowski

1 min read

I wander under the silver-lacquered sky, each droplet drumming on my drifting thoughts, gentle pulse.

Cobblestones glisten like smudged silver in the hush between storm and lull, wet hush.

A lone gull wheels above, its cry muffled by the vaporous breath of gathering clouds, soft cry.

I trace the rivulets racing down my sleeve, tiny rivers weaving ephemeral maps, lost maps.

Time slows with the patt...

Poetry

Fantasy

Contradictory Embrace

Bianca Koslowski

1 min read

Your absence fills more room than your presence.

I wander through the corridors of you, searching for echoes of unspoken truths.

 Dust settles where your footsteps once hummed, and shadows cradle every unvoiced farewell.

I reach for answers in silent glances, piecing together the outline of what might have been.

 Hope falters under the weight of hollow walls, while longing dances on the edge of ...

Poetry

Mystery

Ode to Obnoxious Habits

Bianca Koslowski

1 min read

I adore the way you shuffle through the kitchen in scuffed slippers that squeal on the tiled floor, your hair a static storm, cheeks pinched by fluorescent light, as you hum off-key tunes about next week’s laundry.

I treasure the morning breath that greets me like old fish, your teeth embroidered with last night’s peanut crumbs, the perfumed spritz of stale coffee clinging to your shirt while you ...

Poetry

Humour

Knocking on the mirror

Bianca Koslowski

2 min read

I woke to a soft tap, tap, tap against smooth glass. At first I convinced myself it was the window, an errant breeze or a stray branch brushing the pane. Then I remembered I live on the second floor of a semi-detached house. No one could reach that high unless they’d hauled a ladder through my living room.

My four tiny chihuahuas trembled in a lump beneath the wardrobe, noses pressed to the carp...

Drama

Mystery

A Life in Letters and Numbers

Bianca Koslowski

3 min read

**_A_** newborn’s cry echoed through a small, sunlit room, her mother’s tears mingling joy and fear in equal measure.

**_B_**eneath the soft woollen blanket, the infant girl’s heart beat with possibilities that stretched beyond the horizon.

**_C_**uriosity sparked within her bright eyes as she first discovered the world, touching blades of grass and chasing dandelion seeds.

**_D_**elights...

Drama

Fantasy

A Plea for Mercy

Bianca Koslowski

1 min read

I know that in this moment, you see nothing but a frightened stranger standing before you. Yet I ask you to look deeper, to see a life shaped by hardship and resilience—a life that still holds so much to give. Spare me now, and I promise my story will not be one of wasted breath.

I was born the illegitimate child of a single mother who juggled two jobs and a complicated relationship, striving to...

Drama

The Tenant Above

Bianca Koslowski

2 min read

I’ve always admired our three-storey semi-detached house, with its neat front lawn and that sprawling back garden where the evening light pools like molten gold. Living on the middle floor feels like being perched between two worlds: the ground floor, where Mrs Clarke tends her begonias and greets me with gentle smiles; and the top floor, where the air hums with unsolved riddles.

Mrs Clarke is th...

Fantasy

House and Home

Bianca Koslowski

1 min read

Walls rise in tidy rows, each brick a borrowed breath,

Windows stare unblinking, mirrors of empty space.

Rooms unfold like pages unfilled, bereft of heartbeat,

A house is merely structure—ornament without a soul.

Thresholds stand awaiting footprints, cold beneath the door,

Corridors echo silence where laughter has not dared.

No tender pulse resides within; no warmth to stir the air, ...

Poetry

Adventure

Heartbeat of the Morning Commute

Bianca Koslowski

1 min read

The platform thrums under the stiff morning light. Footsteps tap out urgent rhythms as commuters edge forward, eyes fixed on the far rails. A tinny voice crackles through the speakers, calling the 08:07 to Central Station. Every heartbeat feels amplified in the expectant hush.

Bags bump and shoulders brush in the surge toward the arriving train. Metal wheels screech on the rails, ratcheting pa...

Adventure